Thinking of the news about the super moon I had just heard in the car, I looked up at the gloomy sky.
The next second, a gust of wind and rain fell.
There was a continuous sound of smashing the door from outside.
"I really give you a face, Jessica."
"How dare you slam the door? You want to spend your wedding anniversary tomorrow alone and be laughed at by others, right?"
Cornelius kept shouting outside the door.
"Forget it, Cornelius. She might be in a bad mood, I can do it myself ...."
Zevanka's delicate voice sounded and she coughed from time to time, as if she was about to faint from coughing.
I could not help rolling my eyes.
Zevanka had a short-lived look. She was often sick, here or there and she wished she could hang on Cornelius.
I sat in the room, flipping through the paintings of Killian that I had painted over the years.
Either riding a horse and bending a bow in military uniform, or standing outside the courtyard, or exuding vigor in official attire.
The door lock made a slight turning sound and the next second Cornelius stood at my door with a gloomy face.
"What crazy things have you done today?"
"Don't you usually do all these things?"